James Marshall Goff

Jimmy, do you still drive the big truck Across the ice laden roads And swear magnificently at lady luck When she breaks down with your loads Of good-natured joy and faith O you are such a child of insatiable desire This strong defiance that mingles With forest creatures like soul akin This friendly poet of passion that spin Sweet tales of his familiar places The honor is mine to love such a friend Roaming woods and yet to me unmet Where every wilderness for you a garden Of undiscovered righteousness I love the barren, bleak landscapes That figure your rage Against the fuel of our discontent Slavemasters and rip-off wage I love the beauty of your constraint How you paint that into words How you chain that with your words And then to gloat in childish wonder At falling snowflakes and flying birds.